A group of mercenaries who beg for a living in Mohe, or part-time guards and thieves, after drinking, say some things to brag about, or make up a few sensational news at will, naturally they can't take it seriously.

However, the attitude of these drinkers is more pessimistic.

Although the strength of the Bantu tribe is not as strong as that of the empire, it is mainly due to the barren territory and small manpower. In terms of individual combat power alone, they are undoubtedly far superior to the Empire. For hundreds of years, the empire has concentrated its superior forces and driven them back to the north of the snow-capped mountains. But this time, the war of the Fallen Spirit Clan involved most of the Empire's energy. In the case that more troops cannot be mobilized for a while and a half, these people who have settled in Mohe are naturally not optimistic about this battle.

In this regard, Lu Chengfeng expressed his understanding and also felt the weight of the task of his own line.

Although the Lanwu Empire has nothing to do with him, and the Bantu people are not the kind of barbarians who are uncivilized and blindly burn and loot, but since Lu Chengfeng has accepted the commission of the three princes, he naturally has to do his best to complete it. For the sake of his own credibility, he also has to find a way to investigate the true attitude of the Qing Bantu people. It would be better if they could be dissuaded at a relatively small cost.

"Boy, call you!"

Just when Lu Chengfeng was sitting in the corner, eating dinner and thinking about things silently, someone suddenly came behind him and patted him on the shoulder.

was interrupted by savagery, and Lu Chengfeng was naturally not in a good mood. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, turned his head to look, and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Your Excellency?"

The one who patted him on the shoulder was a stout man with a head of 1.9 meters. From the finger marks on his rough fingers, it can be guessed that his combat position should be the same as Zu Liang, and he is also a martial artist. Judging from the strength revealed, there is at least a fourth-order - in Kaiyang, this strength is certainly nothing. Any mercenary group with a little fame, or a member of a gang like the Green Wolf Gang, all have a fourth-order. But in this cold town on the northern border, the fourth-order strength is quite good.

It's just that this stout man's mouth is full of wine, and he obviously looks high.

Seeing this, Lu Chengfeng couldn't help frowning slightly, knowing that he was afraid that he was in trouble again.

The man, who had drunk a lot, was obviously a little carried away by the stimulation of alcohol. It may also be because he relied on a few companions next to him, he was very confident, ignoring Lu Chengfeng's obviously extraordinary bearing, and said very vulgarly: "Look at you kid, you only ordered a beer, obviously a poor ghost." Where did you get all this delicious food?

"Yes, it must have been stolen!"

"If you have something good, you have to share it."

A few fox friends who had also drunk a lot of dogs shouted at the wine table next to them. I didn't see a few old mercenaries with eyesight, and the bartender's playful eyes.

At this moment, Lu Chengfeng already knew the intention of these uninteresting guys. Although he is alone, the soup, salad and a few small stir-fried dishes on the table are all masterpieces of Kaiyang chefs, with all the color, flavor and flavor. These people, estimated to be strapped for cash, have recently caught up with various price increases in the tavern, so they want to blackmail him.

"I really don't know whether to live or die. ”

Lu Chengfeng shook his head and sighed, didn't even bother to turn around, and pointed into a sword, and hit it with a frost sword qi in his hand.

The Infinite Frost Technique, but the super technique of the 108 Fighting Technique, he himself is even the sixth order. Even a casual attack would be enough to freeze this poor fourth-order fighter into an ice sculpture. The extremely cold freezing air made him have no resistance at all. Even, the face that was frozen still retained with a funny drunkenness and smile.

The noisy tavern fell silent in an instant.

Lu Chengfeng pointed a sword finger, and anyone could see his understatement. Moreover, the control of the sword qi of one finger was extremely exquisite, just enough to freeze the man, and the excess strength did not escape in the slightest. The people who were close at hand didn't even feel the impact of the sword qi. can control the fighting spirit to such an extent, you can imagine how strong his strength is!

"Zhu Fei, this time I kicked the iron plate. ”

Someone muttered in private, but no matter how you heard it, there was a kind of schadenfreude that couldn't be concealed.

The companions sent out were subdued by a finger, and several people at the adjacent table were startled and a little sobered up. However, in front of so many people, they don't want to give in easily. Moreover, they didn't see the process clearly just now, and they still had the idea that Zhu Fei had underestimated the enemy and was sneak attacked. So, relying on the large number of people, the three of them got up one after another, drew their weapons and scattered around.

The bartender at the tavern was immediately not happy.

It's good to have a quarrel and watch the excitement, but if you want to do it in the tavern, then they definitely can't bear it. If they didn't control a sword qi and demolished the house, would they still have to operate the tavern?Although they were a little dissatisfied with Lu Chengfeng's own food, they obviously had a worse impression of Zhu Fei, who often caused trouble. Almost before the three of them moved, a bartender stood up and was ready to scold and stop it.

"Why bother Your Excellency. ”

Surrounded by three people, Lu Chengfeng's complexion did not change in the slightest. He calmly took a sip of the soup, then got up and drew his sword.

The silver cold light flashed away!

The lightsaber itself is light and dazzling, and Lu Chengfeng is a sixth-order, and his sword is extremely fast. Most of the people in the tavern didn't see what was going on. I saw only a bright light, and then, three small icicles meandered out, freezing the three people who drew their swords at the same time!

Ice Blade Wave Sword!

In front of the Tianfeng Lu family's mutant lightsaber technique, these fourth-order swordsmen who had drunk too much wine had no ability to fight back at all. They can't even make a symbolic resistance.

It was so powerful that it shocked the entire tavern again.

The bartender, who got up to come over, widened his eyes even more, and couldn't believe what he was seeing. can be a bartender here, he also has a third-order strength. Naturally, it is clear how difficult it is for Lu Chengfeng to freeze the three of them with one sword, and the nearby floor and wine table have not been affected in the slightest!

"This young man must have at least the seventh order, right?"

There are people who have seen real masters, and they have made inferences in their hearts that they are closer to fighting.

Even in Kaiyang, where the masters are like clouds, the seventh-order powerhouses can also make a name for themselves. What's more, it's in a border town that has been quiet for decades. Almost instantly, the surrounding guests and bartenders looked at this side with awe-struck eyes. There are people who have cast bad eyes before, and they secretly regret it in their hearts, for fear that Lu Chengfeng will suddenly trouble them.

But obviously, Lu Chengfeng is not so boring. After settling the trouble with a sword and intimidating the various creatures in the tavern, he sat back down and continued to drink his soup, beckoning to the bartender who was about to stop him. Seeing Lu Chengfeng's movements, the man was stunned, and he didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately ran over with anxiety.